Disclaimer: This is my first Dawson's Creek fanfic so go easy on me. It's a P/J fic, and takes place after episode #301 - the dock scene. None of the characters belong to me, so don't sue. Warning: yah, it may get a little corny in some places so try to hold your puke until it's all over. With that said, have fun reading!
Joey Potter stared off into space while her English teacher gave them a lecture on modern day poetry. She twiddled her pen between her thumb and index finger as she glanced around the classroom. most of the students looked as dazed as her, including Pacey who sat next to her. The teacher droned on and on in his monotonus voice right up until the lunch bell shrilled loudly. Joey got up from her metal chair with a cramp in her back from sitting in the same position for an hour. She unconsciously tried to rub her back where it hurt, while throwing her binder and books into her backpack.
"And how's the Ice Queen doing this morning?" Pacey asked coming up from behind her.
Joey shot him a disgusted look. "You really wanna know?"
Pacey remembered last night when he'd held Joey on the dock and promised that he'd be there for her. That was the only time she had let him get close to her and he didn't want to break his promise now. "Course, Jo. What do I have to lose?"
"Your sanity, patience, self-control... And quite frankly Pace, your mind would burst from all my whining." Joey strode out of the classroom and into the halls. Pacey followed her to where she stopped at her locker.
"I think I can handle it," he replied.
Joey turned to face him,"Well, aside form the whole Dawson issue, Bessie wants to sell the house, I'm tired because Alex had a tantrum last night, my back is cramped from sitting in that chair and listening to that lecture for an hour... But other than that, I'm just peachy." Joey gave him a sarcastic smile.
"Okay..." Pacey ran a hand through his hair making it stand on end. "You're lucky, Jo, cuz I can solve two of those problems. Let's get out of here."
Joey hesitated. She wasn't the type of person to cut class - ever. After thinking it over and realizing she really didn't want to be at school she said, "Just let me grab my coat."
"You're turning into me more and more every day, Potter," Pacey joked, although glad she was coming with him.
"Bite me."
"Is Doug home?" Joey asked nervously as she stood in the entry of Pacey's house.
"Jo, Dougie is at work for the whole day and possibly the whole night. No one's gonna see us." He helped Joey take off her coat and hung it up in the closet. "Okay. So here's the plan," Pacey said, leading Joey into the kitchen. "We get something to eat, I give your back a massage, then I watch t.v. while you sleep. How does that sound?"
"Well, it's a little high on the schmultz factor, but it'll have to do," Joey grinned, wondering if she and Pacey were becoming better friends. She could certainly use a best friend, even if it was Pacey.
"Okay, I got two Diet Pepsi's and a bag of chips," Pacey said with his head behind a cupboard.
Joey grabbed one of the Diet Pepsi's he held and walked to Pacey's room with him following behind her.
They sat companionably beside each other on the bed and munched on the chips until Joey spoke, "Where's that massage you promised me?"
"Coming right up, Josephine." Pacey moved to sit behind her. His breath caught in his throat as he sweeped Joey's silky hair off her shoulders. Pacey stared at the flesh on her neck, wondering where to begin. He felt his hands go directly to her neck and he kneaded lightly and slowly. Soon, Pacey felt him self relazing as he enjoyed the way Joey felt under his hands. Pressing the pads of his fingers on her shoulders he could feel the straps of her bra beneath her shirt. Though he didn't know why, his breathing became low and shallow. Pacey lingered there a moment longer then began to knead the middle of her back.
"Pacey?" Joey asked, her voice heavy.
"Mmm?"
"Do you think I could lie on my stomech and you could massage me that way? Then I could fall asleep more easily."
"Yeah, sure Jo." Pacey gathered his berath while Joey changed positions. He crossed his legs and sat beside Joey, who already had her eyes closed.
"Thanks Pacey," Joey mumbled. She liked the way Pacey's hands had the ability to calm and soothe her. The cramp in her back had long since dissapeared, but she didn't tell him, for fear he would stop massaging her.
Pacey looked down at Joey's body lying there on his bed. A glimpse of her skin was showing where her shirt didn't quite meet the top of her jeans. Without thinking, Pacey's hands reached down to stroke her flesh. It was smooth and firm. Instinctivly, he pushed her shirt up a little more, and ran his hand over the new patch of flesh. Pacey pressed his fingers into her bare skin and kneaded lightly. He found himself wanting to push up her shirt more, but he held himself back and reluctantly becan to work on her neck again. When he heard Joey's breathing become slow and deep, he knew she was asleep. He stroked her back once more then lay down beside her and also fell asleep.
When Joey awoke, she was disoriented for a moment. She looked over to where Pacey lay sleeping and remembered. The digital clock next to Pacey's bed read 6:02. Had she really slept for that long? Bessie was probably having a heartattack because she wasn't home yet. Joey climbed off the bed, careful not to wake Pacey. She picked up her backpack and closed the door to Pacey's room quietly behind her.
Joey Potter stared off into space while her English teacher gave them a lecture on modern day poetry. She twiddled her pen between her thumb and index finger as she glanced around the classroom. most of the students looked as dazed as her, including Pacey who sat next to her. The teacher droned on and on in his monotonus voice right up until the lunch bell shrilled loudly. Joey got up from her metal chair with a cramp in her back from sitting in the same position for an hour. She unconsciously tried to rub her back where it hurt, while throwing her binder and books into her backpack.
"And how's the Ice Queen doing this morning?" Pacey asked coming up from behind her.
Joey shot him a disgusted look. "You really wanna know?"
Pacey remembered last night when he'd held Joey on the dock and promised that he'd be there for her. That was the only time she had let him get close to her and he didn't want to break his promise now. "Course, Jo. What do I have to lose?"
"Your sanity, patience, self-control... And quite frankly Pace, your mind would burst from all my whining." Joey strode out of the classroom and into the halls. Pacey followed her to where she stopped at her locker.
"I think I can handle it," he replied.
Joey turned to face him,"Well, aside form the whole Dawson issue, Bessie wants to sell the house, I'm tired because Alex had a tantrum last night, my back is cramped from sitting in that chair and listening to that lecture for an hour... But other than that, I'm just peachy." Joey gave him a sarcastic smile.
"Okay..." Pacey ran a hand through his hair making it stand on end. "You're lucky, Jo, cuz I can solve two of those problems. Let's get out of here."
Joey hesitated. She wasn't the type of person to cut class - ever. After thinking it over and realizing she really didn't want to be at school she said, "Just let me grab my coat."
"You're turning into me more and more every day, Potter," Pacey joked, although glad she was coming with him.
"Bite me."
"Is Doug home?" Joey asked nervously as she stood in the entry of Pacey's house.
"Jo, Dougie is at work for the whole day and possibly the whole night. No one's gonna see us." He helped Joey take off her coat and hung it up in the closet. "Okay. So here's the plan," Pacey said, leading Joey into the kitchen. "We get something to eat, I give your back a massage, then I watch t.v. while you sleep. How does that sound?"
"Well, it's a little high on the schmultz factor, but it'll have to do," Joey grinned, wondering if she and Pacey were becoming better friends. She could certainly use a best friend, even if it was Pacey.
"Okay, I got two Diet Pepsi's and a bag of chips," Pacey said with his head behind a cupboard.
Joey grabbed one of the Diet Pepsi's he held and walked to Pacey's room with him following behind her.
They sat companionably beside each other on the bed and munched on the chips until Joey spoke, "Where's that massage you promised me?"
"Coming right up, Josephine." Pacey moved to sit behind her. His breath caught in his throat as he sweeped Joey's silky hair off her shoulders. Pacey stared at the flesh on her neck, wondering where to begin. He felt his hands go directly to her neck and he kneaded lightly and slowly. Soon, Pacey felt him self relazing as he enjoyed the way Joey felt under his hands. Pressing the pads of his fingers on her shoulders he could feel the straps of her bra beneath her shirt. Though he didn't know why, his breathing became low and shallow. Pacey lingered there a moment longer then began to knead the middle of her back.
"Pacey?" Joey asked, her voice heavy.
"Mmm?"
"Do you think I could lie on my stomech and you could massage me that way? Then I could fall asleep more easily."
"Yeah, sure Jo." Pacey gathered his berath while Joey changed positions. He crossed his legs and sat beside Joey, who already had her eyes closed.
"Thanks Pacey," Joey mumbled. She liked the way Pacey's hands had the ability to calm and soothe her. The cramp in her back had long since dissapeared, but she didn't tell him, for fear he would stop massaging her.
Pacey looked down at Joey's body lying there on his bed. A glimpse of her skin was showing where her shirt didn't quite meet the top of her jeans. Without thinking, Pacey's hands reached down to stroke her flesh. It was smooth and firm. Instinctivly, he pushed her shirt up a little more, and ran his hand over the new patch of flesh. Pacey pressed his fingers into her bare skin and kneaded lightly. He found himself wanting to push up her shirt more, but he held himself back and reluctantly becan to work on her neck again. When he heard Joey's breathing become slow and deep, he knew she was asleep. He stroked her back once more then lay down beside her and also fell asleep.
When Joey awoke, she was disoriented for a moment. She looked over to where Pacey lay sleeping and remembered. The digital clock next to Pacey's bed read 6:02. Had she really slept for that long? Bessie was probably having a heartattack because she wasn't home yet. Joey climbed off the bed, careful not to wake Pacey. She picked up her backpack and closed the door to Pacey's room quietly behind her.